A tiger's debut (open match)

Ryuji almost flopped to his hands and knees once he was let go, but he resisted the urge and just turned around to face her, narrowing her eyes at her.

"If you are assuming just because I am not easily tempted by feminine wiles that I am of not the heterosexual persuasion, you are sadly mistaken." He replied before raising his fists once more.

"Such a wordy kitty," she cooed with an impressed raise of her eyebrows. Banned or not, a creature of knowledge appreciated a good mind. "Maybe I'll have to resist shutting your mouth too quickly. As though self control was ever a strong point," she chuckled. She'd lunge at him with a straight arm dotted with claws, falling short of what she expected to be a possible hit and prancing back in expectation of a counter.

If she could, she'd slide back in low, again dropping with surprising speed and attempting to wrap her limbs around his upper legs to topple him.

Ryuji remained quiet after that, preparing himself for another attack, and leaned out of the way of the fake punch, and tried to reach out for it, but missed. He then saw her sliding back in low, and tried to leap away to avoid her, but he ended up getting caught in mid air and flopped onto his back with a loud grunt. "Damn it..." He growled.

Delia would eagerly lunge at the downed furry, straddling his stomach and spreading the hem of her dress invitingly for anyone who should have a view from below or behind. She'd lunge her hands to try and pin his wrists, leaning low to bare more cleavage and flickering her tongue hungrily at his lips. "Aww, kitty fell down. Want me to lick it all over and make it better?"

Ryuji grunted as the woman straddled his gut. He looked up at her as she pinned down his wrists, and looked away as she bared cleavage, however, part of him began to look down just a little, curious as to what she was wearing under the dress as he struggled a little bit, trying to escape her grasp.

As the tiger's eyes went downward, she grinned merrily. "Nothing at all," she whispered knowingly, answering his curiousity as he saw it true, the edge of her areola visible at this angle. "You only need to ask nicely," she cooed, leaning enough to press her breasts against his chest and slightly obscuring his view again. "And you can see allll you want. Especially if you'll show me yours," she added teasingly.

"I... I... n.. no! I can't!" He said, trying to push her off to the side and roll away, the white fur on his face flushing red as Delia almost had him in her grasp.

"Can't?" Delia teased skeptically, writhing her hips to start slipping her lower coils around his legs as her lower body shifted its appaerence.

"Can't is a dirty word," she purred enticingly. "Can't gets in the way of a lot of things we simply won't. I don't like can't's." She'd let a hand drift cautiously from his wrist, running it down to feel his powerful arm and run up feel his chest and neck. "Kitty doesn't want me? Or 'won't' want me?"

"Gh!!" He gasped as his legs were trapped in her coils, and was forced to look up at her, but then tried to look away, not wanting to give a response. His eyes wouldn't lie, however. He was growing desire for the snake woman.

Delia smiled knowingly down at the tiger, leaning in close to him (well within kissing range, incidentally...). "I want to taste you," she purred enticingly, working a more natural magic than her genuine hypnosis. "You can do it the easy way, darling. I'll take it if you prefer, and I really wouldn't mind that at all." She smiled a bit, lips running gently over her lips to suggest she might even prefer it.